Drum Dealers (feat. Doza, 100 Kufis & Chillz)
Found myself in a place
Where life is not as nice
They want me locked up
Like the snot when I drop the ice
Pops precise
Rock 'em twice
Watch him drop
Like the stock
When they chop the price
Go fuck yourself like hermaphrodites
No trapping light
That won't suffice for my appetite
The trunk heavy in this bitch
Done ran the traffic light
That type of shit
Get you banished
Like Adams apple bite
Same for those
Who post screenshots
Up on the Gram for likes
Got niggaz on your block
Up top I send my man a kite
Ya family gonna have to hold vigil
By candlelight
They think I wanted to hustle
That was a sacrifice
They done cut the power off nigga
I didnt have no lights
I had a tank full of gas
Started to handle white
Shit I looked up and
I aint have no life
One slip you pushing up
Daisies and dandelions
Either that
Your man on the stand
Raising his hand and crying
I Figured you'd talk spice
Trigger abort life
Pool of blood
Red bottoms
I'm dripping in all spikes
Yeah this hoody came from
Off White
And I got it off white
Talk like they get it
I was pitching off the base
I'm talking Culinary Arts
We making chicken off a plate
Giuseppe his grill
Add a zipper to his face
This pole ain't for election
Killers don't debate
Bitches on the prowl
Got ya chick about to drown
All this water on da wrist
Can go fishing on the dial
4 4 8 I'm weighing
sticky by the pound
Trigger happy
Boy I had to kill em wit a smile
Part time rapper
Full time chemist
Break it down on the first
And then I re-up every second
Jewels and the necklace
Goons for protection
Last week O T
Your favorite rapper had to check in
He pussy
I knew that nigga was pussy
Somebody give him some vagisil
Matter fact
Get that pussy nigga some Massengil
Matter fact
Give that pussy nigga a pap smear
Fucking up the hip hop scene
You niggaz rap weird
Motherfuckers selling they soul
Quicker than Stock X
Dressing all fly
But kids looking a hot mess
Get your priorities straight
Before ya head get left priority mail
Somewhere by the front gate
One thing my niggaz'll never do
Is pump fake
If anything I'll beat you wit' this bitch
Until the gun break
Last four years
I survived in a Trump state
Just a lil' food for thought
Take a lunch break
Beefing wit' my niggaz
Ain't recommended 'cause this
The type shit you don't
Wanna go stepping in it
Niggaz say they ride but this ride
Got a weapon in it
This heavy metal only pack lead
No Zeppelin in it
Rappers need to be more real
Do less pretending
This industry is
Fuckin' wit' these kids
Like sex offenders
Niggaz better register the fact
I'm a representer of hip-hop
Say the wrong thing on the track
Nigga and get shot
Clear lens in the Cartiers
I'm outside you niggaz hardly there
My attire surprise party gear
In all black like the Omen
Say you getting chicken
You gotta show me
No question I got it on me
Boy I'm always situated
I'm authentic
Like when Mitchel made it
Well I can get you faded
Built for Cuban linx
Yours is nickel plated
Use to count the money
Now we get the weighing
Levels we on different stages
I'm on time and never chilling out
You step in wrong
We gon' wheel 'em out
Ain't living
What y'all written's 'bout
And honestly a nigga not surprised
Because the loudest nigga
In the room
The first one to drop a dime
The gang know
An opp of yours
Is an opp of mine
Simple correlation wit' real one's
You not the kind
Well fuck it I can live with that
It's Chillz YG nigga
Brooklyn where I get it at
Where life is not as nice
They want me locked up
Like the snot when I drop the ice
Pops precise
Rock 'em twice
Watch him drop
Like the stock
When they chop the price
Go fuck yourself like hermaphrodites
No trapping light
That won't suffice for my appetite
The trunk heavy in this bitch
Done ran the traffic light
That type of shit
Get you banished
Like Adams apple bite
Same for those
Who post screenshots
Up on the Gram for likes
Got niggaz on your block
Up top I send my man a kite
Ya family gonna have to hold vigil
By candlelight
They think I wanted to hustle
That was a sacrifice
They done cut the power off nigga
I didnt have no lights
I had a tank full of gas
Started to handle white
Shit I looked up and
I aint have no life
One slip you pushing up
Daisies and dandelions
Either that
Your man on the stand
Raising his hand and crying
I Figured you'd talk spice
Trigger abort life
Pool of blood
Red bottoms
I'm dripping in all spikes
Yeah this hoody came from
Off White
And I got it off white
Talk like they get it
I was pitching off the base
I'm talking Culinary Arts
We making chicken off a plate
Giuseppe his grill
Add a zipper to his face
This pole ain't for election
Killers don't debate
Bitches on the prowl
Got ya chick about to drown
All this water on da wrist
Can go fishing on the dial
4 4 8 I'm weighing
sticky by the pound
Trigger happy
Boy I had to kill em wit a smile
Part time rapper
Full time chemist
Break it down on the first
And then I re-up every second
Jewels and the necklace
Goons for protection
Last week O T
Your favorite rapper had to check in
He pussy
I knew that nigga was pussy
Somebody give him some vagisil
Matter fact
Get that pussy nigga some Massengil
Matter fact
Give that pussy nigga a pap smear
Fucking up the hip hop scene
You niggaz rap weird
Motherfuckers selling they soul
Quicker than Stock X
Dressing all fly
But kids looking a hot mess
Get your priorities straight
Before ya head get left priority mail
Somewhere by the front gate
One thing my niggaz'll never do
Is pump fake
If anything I'll beat you wit' this bitch
Until the gun break
Last four years
I survived in a Trump state
Just a lil' food for thought
Take a lunch break
Beefing wit' my niggaz
Ain't recommended 'cause this
The type shit you don't
Wanna go stepping in it
Niggaz say they ride but this ride
Got a weapon in it
This heavy metal only pack lead
No Zeppelin in it
Rappers need to be more real
Do less pretending
This industry is
Fuckin' wit' these kids
Like sex offenders
Niggaz better register the fact
I'm a representer of hip-hop
Say the wrong thing on the track
Nigga and get shot
Clear lens in the Cartiers
I'm outside you niggaz hardly there
My attire surprise party gear
In all black like the Omen
Say you getting chicken
You gotta show me
No question I got it on me
Boy I'm always situated
I'm authentic
Like when Mitchel made it
Well I can get you faded
Built for Cuban linx
Yours is nickel plated
Use to count the money
Now we get the weighing
Levels we on different stages
I'm on time and never chilling out
You step in wrong
We gon' wheel 'em out
Ain't living
What y'all written's 'bout
And honestly a nigga not surprised
Because the loudest nigga
In the room
The first one to drop a dime
The gang know
An opp of yours
Is an opp of mine
Simple correlation wit' real one's
You not the kind
Well fuck it I can live with that
It's Chillz YG nigga
Brooklyn where I get it at
Credits
Writer(s): Ernesto Cortes
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